Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Avast!


Here to there and there to here,
Either side, it goes endless end
Events occurred: under bright canopy,
And yet to occur: in a palace or shanty.

A grave: dweller of past,
A dream: wings of future,
Struggle for survival is the present,
Nothing is sure, except the past
Waiting for future blast,
A v a s t!

Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 02, 2014

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  • Abaka Blessing (4/3/2013 7:16:00 AM)

    i enjoy the flavor of ur rhymes, though i read it over and over 2 understand every words u pour out. a dream wings of future fulling expressed. i love ur poem. good one (Report) Reply

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